[Al hesitates. He's not getting mad. Why isn't he getting mad?
Now it's Al's turn to reach out a hand tentatively. He pulls it back after a second, clenching it in apprehension. But he asked him. He asked him what was the last thing their mother had said and he knew it.
Biting his lip, Al finally scurries forward a few steps and latches onto Ed's hand with his free one.] Brother...
[It's solid. It's cold. It's automail.]
... The armor... It doesn't... it doesn't bother you...? That I can... control it...? You got so mad last time... You told me to never do it again... Aren't... aren't you angry...?